A skinny little Starbucks opened last week on Garey Avenue and Alvarado Street in Pomona, only blocks from the 10 Freeway and on the western edge of the historic Lincoln Park neighborhood.
It’s not exactly what residents there would have liked, as the coffee house is oriented toward motorists, not pedestrians looking for a place to hang out. There’s no inside seating. There is a walk-up window, like you’re at a Dairy Queen, but the only outdoor seating is a couple of tables with umbrellas by the drive-thru lane, so, not really cozy. (Starbucks got in its application to build before a ban on drive-thrus on this portion of Garey went into effect.)
On the bright side, Starbucks replaces a gas station that had been closed and derelict for years. Its presence may add momentum to efforts to oust the methadone clinic that operates quietly in the building to the north, or to generate interest in redeveloping the long-vacant Firehouse Inn building on the south side of Alvarado. And if the traffic introduces more people to Donahoo’s, that won’t be bad either. (If Donahoo’s were encouraged to fix both its signs — one of which is missing two letters, the other of which has two letters in a different color than the rest — that would also be progress.)
I was in Pomona at a Glass House concert Tuesday, minding my own business, when suddenly news broke out: The singer invited a fan from the audience to come onstage and sing a portion of a song about Glendora.
You can read about that in my Sunday column, as well as about my Ontario film series. I shot a one-minute video of the impromptu performance, which you can watch here (warning: adult language!); a full version from closer to the stage can be viewed here.
Beck performed three times in Pomona in the mid-1990s, as recounted in detail in my Wednesday column.
Above, the former Munchies sandwich shop and bar at 291 E. Second St., where Beck sang one night in 1993; it’s now vacant. Below, the former Haven coffeehouse at 296 W. Second St., where Beck performed on Jan. 22, 1994; it’s now Pizza Beer Wings, a sportsbar. At bottom, the Glass House at 200 W. Second St., where Beck headlined in June 1996 (date unclear). It’s still around — whew.
Sunday’s column (Happy Easter!) is largely about the Pomona Concert Band. But I also present a plug for the last two weeks of entries on this blog and update you on my Ontario film series.
Cal Poly Pomona’s Facebook page posted this circa 1990 image of the campus tram, which operated from 1975 to 2003 and was known as the Polywagen and the Poly Trolley, along with this witty caption:
“Twenty-five years ago, students could be seen walking around campus in strangely patterned grandpa cardigans and high-waisted jeans. Seems like not much has changed. Except the tram. RIP, tram.”
The post has more than 1,000 likes and many comments from alumni. Among them:
Melissa Oldenburg: “I miss the tram. I remember how the exhaust fumes kept me warm on chilly mornings when I sat directly behind its exhaust vent.”
Michael Nguyen: “I miss running and jumping on the tram. That was a fun memory.”
Laura Gomez Alvarado: “I miss getting soaked on rainy days.”
Micheal Fro Fro Huluf: “If CPP brings the trams back, that will be awesome.”
To which the university replied: “You say that, but you might not like it if it were raining when you tried to ride it. But who are we kidding? It doesn’t rain here anymore.”
(Whoever is in charge of this FB page deserves a pat on the back.)
Cal Poly now uses the name Poly Trolley for a lunch wagon and, rather than an open-air tram, uses buses, called the Bronco Shuttle, to ferry students, faculty and staff from parking lots to campus buildings on the commuter campus.
Sunday’s column is mostly about Beth Page, a volunteer active in Pomona from the 1940s until her recent death at 103. Also: cultural notes, a plug for this blog and an Inland Valley motorcycle chase that made news in LA, NYC and the UK.
About Beth, I knew her a little and interviewed her once, making a tribute item a natural. A photographer searched our archives for photos of her and came up with one, which looked familiar to me. Evidently I took it myself to accompany my December 2006 column on her, but it didn’t run with the column, probably for space reasons. It was satisfying to get it into print and online this time. It only took eight years.
A reader alerts me that Walmart’s ads on the LA Times website for its new location in Pomona, a Walmart Neighborhood Market, shows the chain doesn’t know how to spell the neighborhood’s name. Click on the images for a larger view.
If it turns out the city’s name really is Ponoma, and I’ve been spelling it wrong all these years, my apologies.
(A different reader sent me the same ad a while back from its appearance on this very blog, but not knowing if we were responsible for the ad, I left that alone. Apparently it wasn’t us, which is a relief.)
A former Cal Poly Pomona student decided to unearth and document the story of Pomona’s long history of gay bars, which go back to 1969. I tell that story in Sunday’s column.
Sunday’s column explains the change at the bar in Pomona built in the shape of a castle, which switched from an English name to a German one, courtesy of a reality-TV series, “Bar Rescue,” as well as getting an upgrade.
This ad appeared in the 1956 Pomona High yearbook. This McDonald’s had opened in September 1954 and was by some reckonings the seventh in the fledgling chain; it’s now Ama Donuts and 5th is now known as Mission Boulevard. Ernie Arutunian of Upland, who was in that graduating class, showed me the yearbook.